Page 138 of A Bond so Fierce and Fragile
She kissed him softly, in complete contrast with the eager hand beginning to milk his cock, moving up and down with a fervent speed.
“I love you too,” she said against his lips. “I love you with all the broken pieces I have.”
Merrick’s muscles coiled, but not in pleasure.
Gently removing her hand from his hard length, he brought it to her chest, and still keeping his body from crushing hers with the other one, he responded, “You’re not broken, Lessia.”
He slid his cock against her wetness, forcing down the groan spilling into his throat at how her jaw slackened, her eyes melting into his.
“You’re not broken,” he repeated as he lifted further, wanting—no, needing—to watch as he slid into her. As they became one, as they were meant to be.
He ground against her pussy again, coating his cock in her glistening wetness, before nudging her legs farther apart and thrusting his hips until his pulsating cock pushed inside her.
They exhaled at the same time, their eyes holding each other’s hostage.
Merrick started moving, forcing his eyes to remain open as they threatened to close at the pleasure.
She was so wet. So fucking warm.
Lessia started shaking again, but as her eyelids fluttered, he ordered, “Eyes on me.”
She obliged immediately, and he had to bend to kiss her, claim her full lips until they swelled from the force—from the passion—of their clashing.
Merrick slid almost the entire way out, even as his cock screamed at him for leaving the warmth, and then he thrust.
Hard.
Sinking all the way inside her until his hips slammed against hers.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as her back arched off the mirror.
“Eyes on me when I fuck you,” Merrick rasped again, and Lessia’s golden ones flew open, colliding with his in the way that always had his stomach heat.
Fuck, it should have been illegal to love someone like he loved her.
It was as if his heart wanted to burst out of his body, take over the entire world, drive everything and everyone else away.
He needed only her. But… he needed her so fucking much.
Lessia seemed to catch on to what he was thinking because her fingers began moving over his back again, nails scratching against his skin, impatient and wanting.
He wouldn’t disappoint her.
Merrick moved, thrusting deep inside her as her legs spread even farther. Pushing himself up on the arm by her side, he watched her beautiful body shake beneath him, how her breasts bounced with each shove of his cock, and how she reached up to meet him—to allow him to go even deeper.
Fuck. When her hips rolled to meet his, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Arms around my neck,” Merrick growled, and when Lessia locked her hands, holding on tight, he started pumping into her, thrills of heat racing down his back with each thrust as he drove into her harder and harder and harder.
“Merrick,” she cried, her body tensing and arms gripping him tighter.
“Lessia,” he groaned back, the sheen of sweat that covered them both making their bodies slick as he slammed his cock into her, and he couldn’t resist the urge to mark her—even if his name was now permanently etched into her skin.
“Fuck,” he swore as her pussy contracted around him, and he nestled his face into her neck, biting down on her sensitive skin until she cried out again, her heat nearly choking his cock as she came, his name streaming from her mouth in a rambling mess.
Heat filled Merrick, and his balls throbbed as he swirled his tongue over the mating mark, and when her blood touched his lips… it was over.
Blood rushed within him, and he came harder than he ever had before, spilling deep into her as she held on to him, whispering how much she loved him.
